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[Oh.]
[Oh.]
[Roland stands in the long grass and just straight-out stares. He knows this air, this ground - knows it with the distant familiarity of a long-gone childhood. New Canaan. New Canaan still green and fresh, with crops in the fields and people moving among them. And, in the distance, almost out of sight even for his preternaturally sharp eyes... silhouetted buildings. Gilead.]
[It's possible that the reason it's almost out of sight is that, as he stands there motionless and with his breath caught in his throat, he's crying.]
[Oh.]
[Roland stands in the long grass and just straight-out stares. He knows this air, this ground - knows it with the distant familiarity of a long-gone childhood. New Canaan. New Canaan still green and fresh, with crops in the fields and people moving among them. And, in the distance, almost out of sight even for his preternaturally sharp eyes... silhouetted buildings. Gilead.]
[It's possible that the reason it's almost out of sight is that, as he stands there motionless and with his breath caught in his throat, he's crying.]